Party 'til you pass out / When the party's over

Alison

We spent a long while talking at the bar, just casually catching up over the two and a half years we had been apart. It felt good to do so, but deep down it hurt me for not being part of so many moments in Oliver's life that I would have been if only I hadn't reacted so dramatic to his cheating. If only I had listened to him and he had tried to tell me what he told me last night more often, things would have been different. Because looking back at it now, I didn't think I would have divorced him if I had known the entire situation back then. Not that I could ever forget what had happened, but maybe I would have forgiven him sooner. Before I left him.

I stared at him with a small smile on my lips, my head in my hand and my elbow on the bar, while Oliver enthusiastically talked about all the festivals Bring Me would be playing this summer. He was totally in on it, using his hands and all his facial expressions while he explained the show set up for Bring Me, and I loved him for being the way he was. His ADHD was full on because he hadn't taken his medication this morning - I just knew, but I didn't mind. To be honest, I had missed his excitement about the smallest things. I had missed literally everything about him.

'... wouldn't it?,' he asked. I was pulled out of my daze and blinked my eyes a few times.

'Would what?,' I asked, looking at him a bit confused. Oliver huffed and threw me a look.

'And then they say I daze off in a conversation,' he chuckled. I laughed and shook my head.

'Sorry, I was just...'

'Distracted?,' he smirked. I smiled a bit and looked away, feeling my cheeks heat up. 'I was talking about how cool it would be if we played Leeds and Reading, and you would be there to shoot some material.' He looked at me. I nodded.

'Yeah, I got a request for that.'

'You accepted, right?' Oliver picked up his glass of water and took a sip, his eyes looking at me as if he didn't expect any other answer from me then yes.

'Well...'

'You didn't?!' His eyes went big. 'Why not?!' I gave him a sad smile.

'Because... I got the request for both Leeds and Reading right before I flew to New York, and after Rolling Stone I decided to decline the spot.' We both stared at each other in painful understanding, and Oliver bit his lip and then nodded. 'But I recommended Peter to them, and he just texted me a few weeks ago that he had been accepted to shoot for them.'

'Cool,' he said with a smile, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was somehow hurt by the fact that I had declined a really good photography job because of his presence at the location.

'Oli? Can I borrow you for a moment?,' a girl in a Church staff shirt came up to us. Oliver gave me one last look and then paid his attention to her.

'Sure. I'll be back in a minute,' he told me. I nodded and sighed, looking around the restaurant for a while. It was really big, and I loved the almost romantic, dreamy decorations against the old, bare bricks of what once had been a warehouse.

'Are you ready to go?,' his voice then asked from behind me after a few minutes. His hand softly landed on my lower back for a second and my entire body tensed up from the static energy between us. I looked up at him and just saw on his face that he had felt the same. He smiled quietly and then leaned into me.

'I would love to kiss you right now, but I guess this is not the right place and the right moment.' I bit my lip and held in a smirk, my cheeks heating up again when he winked at me.

It felt so contradictive; we had been so openly in love before, and now we had found our way back to that, we both didn't feel like showing in public. Because no one knew about us now.